Hi guys! This is my second post. I wanted to post my stories in chronological order but for this post I want to skip some experiences and get to a story that I’ve been itching to write about.
As with my other post, this really happened. Some details, names and places have been changed to protect myself and the other people involved.
For those that have not read my past stories here’s the skinny on myself: I’m 28, male, married and view writing on this site to relive glory days of bacherlorhood.
Back in 2005 I had just gotten out of a serious relationship. She had just upped and left and I was angry, bitter and unsure of how to proceed with my life. You see, I took this girl and treated her like a queen and I had plans for the two of us to spend the rest of our lives together. No, this was not just some run-of-the-mill relationship – this was let’s-grow-old-together shit. She was from a good family from Davao and she was cultured, beautiful and fun – in short, very trophy wife material.
But anyway, I was heartbroken when she left. I decided the best way to rid myself of the feeling of emptiness was to get myself back into circulation by dating women again.
The prospect daunted me. You see, I had been monogamous for 5 years and had been faithful for all of them. I was afraid that getting back on the proverbial bike. Maybe my wheels were too rusty or something.
It was through on of my friends at work that I was convinced to meet up with a friend of his. He told me he had a perfect girl for me and that we would hit it off right away as she was smart, articulate and had a great sense of humor.
‘Baka mukhang kabayo naman ‘yan,’ I said, swigging down some San Mig Light at our favorite bar along Capitol Hills in QC.
‘Deins bro,’ my friend (lets call him Javi) said, already texting her. ‘She’s actually hot. Dating calendar model for Erick ‘to!’
Erick was one of our friends who now is a nationally-acclaimed photographer. He’s been undergoing puberty for about 10 years now and still going strong. I admit the guy’s got talent but he still thinks his job will get him to fuck his models. He is currently batting an average of .000.
‘Really?’ I said, still skeptical. ‘Sige, set it up. Ano pa ang mawawala sa akin?’
He chuckles and takes a sip of his own beer as he finishes his text message. Javi is happily in a relationship and eager to play matchmaker (more on him in another story). I guess he just wants to live like a bachelor vicariously through me.
I’m not one for blind dates. Never have belived in that crap. It reeks of desperation, like drinking gin on a night when you just want to get stone cold drunk the fastest, cheapest way. But I admit my case was different. This was more like… Training Wheels. Of Flyleaf Writer Getting His Groove Back.
The date was set – a Saturday night at Eastwood. Javi and his girl would be there as well to ensure no lulls in the conversation.
Being recently single did have advantages. The ‘happy weight’ (fat you gain because you’re in love and happy and content with how the world is going) was lost through hitting the gym once more with renewed vigor. My stomach was flat again and my clothes fit me a lot better.
I spent quite more time looking at my clothes. This was my first night out on a date in a month. I then decided to wear a black collared shirt (it fit me now), dark slim-cut jeans and black loafers. Back in black just as ACDC sang, I muttered.
We each took our own cars and the girl decided to meet us there. I took out my recently finished project – a VW Karmann Ghia (a car my ex hated) instead of my usual daily driver. We met at Something’s Fishy (corny and a cliche but it wasn’t my call).
Her name was Estelle (sorry, Yeezy’s ‘American Boy’ is playing on my iPod as I write this). To call her petite was a gross understatement. She was tiny! She had a nice, taut body to say the least though. Her waist was a very slim 23 (I peeked at the flap of her low-rise jeans as I got her seated). Her boobs were at least a 34B, perky and full despite her slight frame. I checked out her ass as she sat and it was round, tight and firm-looking – her choice of jeans was flattering. She also wore a red sleeveless polo that revealed smooth, unlined underarms (shit – that was a huge turn-on right there). Her skin was more caramel than light but her skin was smooth and even-toned.
She had a thick mane of black curls which reached her shoulderblades and framed an angular face. Her jaw was clearly defined and was accompanied by almond-shaped eyes and a generous mouth which had full lips. She wasn’t a looker, but neither was she a frog. She wasn’t bad to look at face-wise but her figure definitely made up for it and more. I thought Javi did me a favor – she wasn’t bad for a blind date!
I’ll skip the inane and insipid small talk as it was boring and predictable. It turns out that Estelle worked at some consumer-related company working on marketing and was doing quite well at it. Let me just say that Javi was right – Estelle was smart, witty and funny and quite a good reader too! We had a lot in common and the conversation between us was lively.
Javi and his girl Kris wore amused grins on their faces as they listened to us talk. After 2 hours or so, Javi leaned over and whispered, ‘We’re leaving the two of you alone; you guys look like you can handle yourselves fine.’
They made some lame excuse about being at some other place to meet friends and left. Alone, we continued to talk. I discovered that she too was recently single. Our talk became more adult as we discussed our sex lives when he had significant others. The talk started getting more detailed as we talked about fantasies. I asked her about hers.
‘Mine was being able to do it sa car,’ she said. ‘My ex didn’t have one and we always did it in motels or at my place or his.
I mentioned that I never was able to do that even though both my ex and I had our own cars. It got me to thinking dark thoughts – I did have my car with me right? Hehe.
I let it slip that I had my car recently restored and I volunteered to show it to her. Her interest was piqued and we left for the parking lot after paying our bill.
While walking to the car I asked her what her fantasy was with having sex in the car.
She answered, ‘I just think that since maliit ‘yung space baka masarap siya. And I happen tp be very flexible! Hehe! And nakakaturn-on ‘yung feeling na baka may makakita sa ‘yo. Heehee.’
When she saw my car she was impressed. Since my break-up I had the time and money (my ex was high-maintenance) to splurge on my red Karmann. I had recently got it fixed from top to bottom.
I asked if she wanted to take a ride in it and she obliged. When we were pulling out of the parking lot I realized we had no plan – nowhere to go and nothing to do. I just threw everything to the wind and drove.
While driving I decided to lay my cards out on the table. I said that I was having a marvelous time but I was worried she might need to be home. She assured me she was enjoying herself and she didn’t want to go home just yet.
‘e’re getting along pretty well donchatink?’ I said casually. She nodded enthusiastically. ‘I like you. You’re cool,’ I continued as I pulled over at a stoplight. I glanced at her and she smiled at me. We stared for a while and I took my cue to lean forward and kiss her.
We kissed for a while. Her lips, being full and lush, felt and tasted different. She hard firm lips and a soft tongue. We were really getting into our kiss when I realized we had stopped at a traffic light. I stopped and looked at the light. It was green. Damn!
I shifted gears and the car sputtered off. I was glad it was late at night and no other cars were there.
We drove in silence along Katipunan Extension. The tension was palpable in the air.
‘Umm, let’s continue this somewhere else…’ I said.
‘Uhh. Ok. Sure.’ she said. ‘Where?’
I racked my brain for an answer. Then I realized a possible solution. Near where we were was a private subdivision where a friend lived.
‘I think I know a place.’ I said.
I texted my buddy to let the guards of his village know we were coming. He replied right away. It was ok.
I pulled into the village gate and the guard took my ID and let us in. I picked that particular village because it had an unfinished road that led to a dead end. The only house there was unfinished and owned by another friend who got it as payment for a loan. What was good about the house was that it had a fence but no gate and its garage was hidden from view. It just lay there empty.
I pulled into the house and Estelle had a bewlidered but amused look on her face. When I turned off the engine I faced her.
‘Looks like one of your fantasies might come true.’ I said with a sheepish grin.
‘What’s this place?’ she asked.
I gave my explanation and she laughed at the end of it, ‘Maybe you’re getting the wrong idea. I don’t do one-nighters.’
My heart dropped and I masked my disappointment with a cocky grin, ‘No worries, we can just cuddle and enjoy the night.’
Now that I had broken the ice and kissed her once, my confidence swelled. I reached over and we kissed. It was dark and so quiet that we could hear our clothes rustle as we moved. We tangled tongues and I reached over and tugged at her hair gently, giving her a scalp massage to further turn her on while we made out.
She responded by groaning a bit as she tightened her hold on my neck. I reached down and cupped her ass with both of my hands. She was so petite that I easily lifted her from her seat and onto my lap.
As we kissed I let my hands roam all over her. First they stroke her shoulders and when she didn’t stop me I started caressing her arms. Then I slid back onto her shoulders and went for her boobs. They were well-proportioned and nice and round. They were firm and I could already feel her nips through her top.
When she didn’t object I started unbuttoning her blouse. I got halfway there when she grabbed bpth my hands. Shit! I said to myself. Busted! My cock was swelling and I bet she could feel it through my jeans as she was on my lap.
She just sat there on my lap, holding my hands staring at me for about ten seconds. She was thinking. Then she shrugged, and whispered something barely audible.
‘Fuck it.’
I grinned from ear to ear. Gotcha! I still got it! Back in black indeed!
She kissed me with double the passion. She started agressively lifting my shirt and I helped her. I could hear her breathing deeply in the silence as I took off my shirt and flung it on the backseat. I quickly reclined my seat as she stted undoing her bra. She wore a black lacy bra and when it came off it revealed round boobs with tiny chocolate nips. I normally didn’t go for that but they went with her skintone.
I undid my belt and she returned to her seat while she wiggled out of her jeans. A matching black bikini-cut string panties were underneath. She left her jeans on the car floor and climbed to the backseat.
I hastily ripped my jeans off and climbed to the backseat to join her. The Karmann’s a 2-door sedan and has a pretty tight backseat. I was worried how we would fit but seeing how tiny she was I reconsidered.
‘It’s pretty tight.’ I grinned.
‘Kasya tayo,’ she whispered. Kissing me full on the lips. Her hands went straight to my hard-on, massaging it. My dick was ramrod straight and it’s head was peeking through the waistband of my briefs. She peeled them off and my junior struck her navel.
‘Pucha, antigas!’ she exclaimed, squeezing my shaft.
I only groaned in reply, kissing and licking her neck.
She wiggled and managed to get on top while I lay on the backseat. We couldn’t fit so she lay on her stomach while on the driver’s seat (which was still reclined).
She then gave me the slowest, most sensual blowjob I ever got. She licked my head first, slowly twirling her tongue around it. I could only stare, groaning. Then, she started sucking me, starting at the head, alternating sucking and licking it. While she did this her hands were on the rest of my dick. Her hands slowly, in motion with her head, were stroking my length. It felt awesome, like a combo blow/handjob.
While she was doing this I slowly slid her panties off her butt. She reached down and helped me. I got rid of my briefs altogether and put them on the passenger’s seat.
‘Won’t we get caught?’ she asked.
‘Don’t worry. I said, ‘Hindi umaabot ‘yung guard dito.’
‘How are you so sure?’ she asked, climbing back to the backseat to join me. ‘Pang-ilan mo na ba ako dito?’
‘First.’ I said thruthfully. I had a friend to who did this before and I told her I was just copying him.
She stradled me between her legs and started rubbing my dick again. She rubbed it on her pussy and we both groaned in unison. She then slid it inside her.
Her motions were slow at first. I felt her tight pussy and loved how it felt. Fucking a different girl felt so good. Her pussy felt like a velvet glove – tight and soft and with just the right lubrication – I hate it when they get too wet and you barely feel it.
She was moaning quietly and all you could hear was our breaths and the springs of my car squeaking. She started pumping faster and faster.
‘Ayan na! Yess!’ she exclaimed as she came on my dick.
She slowed down for a bit to ch her breath.
‘My turn.’ I said, rolling on top. I got her legs and lay them on my shoulders. I lowered my dick and plunged in quickly.
‘Ahhh!’ she said quite loudly.
With her tiny frame and her legs in the air my dick must have felt like it was 10 inches long in that tight box. I pounded away, no longer caring if we were going to be caught or not.
When I couldn’t help it anymore, I pulled out and squirted my cum all over her stomach.
We got dressed hurriedly and quietly with hardly a word spoken. It was a little awkward but I didn’t care. When I drove her home I pecked her on the lips and promised to text her so we could go out soon. I never did. Haha!
I was back. It felt good and boy was it good to be on that bike again!